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She can be only like this, no matter how I treat her, ignore her, kick her under the dust of my thoughts, and live on as if she does not exist even. All it takes is to raise my eyes and look like I need. And she knows. She comes, in all her kindness, all her nourishing love, stretching her cooling fingers to touch my heart, and makes me smile, and tickles me, and makes me laugh, giggling in my ears, running her palms through my wet hair and holding my face close to her heart, and making me feel, how kind she is.
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